Well, it's over. The hardest test of my life.
What's there to say? I think it went well. I hope it went well. I got pretty lucky - lots of molecular biology†, not much anatomy or pharmacology. This was a good thing for me. I don't find out how I did for 6 weeks... at which point, hopefully, I too shall be writing a "how to ace the boards" column.
What's more interesting is that I really don't know what to do with myself at this point. That was the most consistently amped up - for the longest - that I have ever been in my life, and it's not easy to go from 120% to 0% instantly. What do you do with 18 hours out of a 24-hour day when you've got nothing to do††? Sleep in, for one, but you can only sleep in for so long.
I'm go on vacation tomorrow, to camp on the shores of Lake Tahoe for a week. I'd say I'll miss you all, but I'd be lying. I'm bringing 6 books, and I plan on reading for the first time in 2 years. I do miss literature.
And now the spectre of the wards is looming. In about a week and a half I'll be giving my first presentation to a team of REAL doctors. The scary kind that laugh and taunt.
Butler, bring me my brown pants.